Everywhere and in historic abundance. Singularly decisive in driving us from God and each other; Exuding an excessive sense of entitlement, whacked-up, with perverse kicks. Makes me sick. Know my own swilling dosage. Jesus-lacking trash. It's everywhere. So prevalent, somewhat invisible.
'Hyperairōmai' and . . .
The ultimate blinker is the absence of God speaking. The danger of pointing to others, as the saying goes, leaves three fingers turned back towards ourselves. Getting much right and looking out there but griping about the barren landscape for Spirit-filled utterances, yet not hearing God myself, is called hypocrisy.
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Another 'Blinkers' break
Not looking back, hadn't noticed the graphic was unfinished yesterday. Scrappy. Updated.
Boredom, drives me on to God. With age comes a certain weary disillusionment. Seeking of what little comfort, interest and surprise can be found, once commitments and domestics are fulfilled.
What's on my mind?. . .
Break from 'Blinkers'
Banging on about discipline with its ally and fasting, could give an incorrect impression. As though Jesus is all about our try to impress or obey, benevolent but disciplinarian. No. These heart impulses, whatever we ourselves posses, come out from within and having inspiration and love to do better. Better for, and made to be. This . . .
Here goes at a start on a series and list, titled; Reasons to be Blinkered.
Part 1. Gonna keep em short 'n sweet, stuff the flowers and wallpaper as far as and slam out the preach. Open with:
There are opinions and debate, and there's informed-opinions and...
THEN, there are herds of elephants, . . .
Grace, is unmerited favour, from God. Undeserved and unable to be earned. Whatever in this world that's of God, maybe unrecognised or fully acknowledged, could be described as common grace.
This goes on to become the Universalist's hope, i.e. those who believe we all get to God in the end, unless utterly . . .